Date: Mon, 5 Feb 2007 23:26:27 +0100
From: Anon
Subject: Used by a Russian jock
Hiya... this did actually happen to me about three months ago, and I've
finally convinced myself to try and turn it into something faintly
erotic. I tried. Anyway, first story, yadayada. I'm writing this because
since then one other thing has happened I need to write about. Coming
soon. I'd really appreciate any emails at all to xano88@gmail.com
I don't think I'd ever been as bored as I was that history class. My aged
teacher was entering his 23rd minute of talking about Stalin's purges, and
I was starting to think I'd died and gone to hell. But first things first.
I'm Charlie, and I just turned 17. I'm slightly young for my grade, and I
won't hit 18 till several months after I graduate. I'm quite tall though,
with a nice build, so people don't often notice. I've got blue eyes and
slightly long, blonde hair, which at the time I was using to hide behind
while I tried to sleep.
After a while I gave up and began to look around. The one good thing about
history was that all the hottest guys in the year seemed to be in my
class. I let my eyes wander, until they reached Aleksey. Aleksey is someone
I hate -- a really arrogant fucker with a permanent sneer on his face. He is
incredibly tall and he clearly works out, but to me that's not an excuse
for the kind of superiority he seems to think he has. I hate him, but even
I have to admit he's pretty fucking hot. OK, he probably plucks his
eyebrows and goes to a tanning salon and has pretty nasty, greasy hair, but
I guess that's just a Russian thing. Give him a paper bag to put on his
head and he's an underwear model. So when I look over at him he's
stretching his arms out, and his tiny t-shirt is riding up... I just kind
of pause and perve over his six-pack for a while, and then something
strikes me. Any other guy in that position would have at least 2
centimetres of boxer-shorts visible -- it's just the style around here. Is
he in briefs or...? I felt my cheeks burning and I dragged my eyes from his
crotch back to my paper. A few seconds later I steal another glimpse, and
Alexey is staring right at me. He raises an eyebrow and deliberately grabs
his junk through his jeans. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. This can not be
good... The guy is the grade asshole, and he could beat the shit out of
me. He's way taller than me for a start, and he looks about 22. The rest of
the lesson my heart was pounding in my mouth and I'm sure my cheeks were
still bright red. Every time I made the mistake of looking over, he made
sure to lick his lips or cross his arms behind his head and flex his
improbable biceps. I was convinced that the next day the entire jock crew
would be yelling shit at me in corridors or pushing me around, and all
because I let myself admire fucking Aleksey's abs. Fuck.
As soon as the bell rang I grabbed my coat and bag and walked as fast as I
could without looking like a complete moron. The moment I was out the door
I felt a hand on my shoulder, steering me leftwards. "Come with me," he
said, in this ridiculous Russian accent, and suddenly ohmygod his hand is
on my ass and one of his fingers is actually stroking down my crack and
somebody is so going to see. My train of thought was mainly just
whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck so before I knew it he was shutting the
bathroom door and pushing me into a cubicle.
This just does not happen to people. My school isn't even of the
promiscuous variety -- people have sex when they have boyfriends and
girlfriends, and *I* definitely do not get action. There are no gay people
except the incredibly camp guys who walk around in Gucci. This does not
happen! But it did. He pushed me in, locked the door, dumped his coat and
his bag, and pushed on my shoulders till I was on my knees. "Faggot..." he
whispered, and unzipped his jeans. I was right, he'd been walking around
school with no underwear. He pulled his cock out and it's just sitting in
his hand, but I'm busy noticing his carefully trimmed pubes and how hard
his stomach looks. Then I realised his fucking cock was centimeters from my
face, and that it was pretty damn big. Ah... that's why he's so arrogant.
It was long and thick, and growing, and I realised then that this was the
first cock I ever saw on a guy. No, I had never messed around with some
friend or any of that bullshit -- I don't believe that happens as often as
people on this site seem to believe.
His cock was just getting harder and harder and my heart was still thumping
so loud I was sure someone would knock on the door to check on me. It was
lunch, and nobody came. Alexey's cock was now hard and fucking immense. By
rights shouldn't this buff asshole have a tiny weeny dick? He puts his hand
on the back of my neck and pulls my head towards his dick... and I have to
admit to leaning forward. This was fucking scary, but I was hard and
incredibly turned on. I kind of kissed the end of his dick, and his precum
tasted surprisingly good. Clearly I'd never sucked cock, but I was oddly
confident I'd be good. It turned out I didn't really have to be. He slid it
into my mouth, and it surprised me how wide I had to open my jaw to get it
in. "Fuck..." he whispered, and began pumping a few centimeters of his dick
in and out of my mouth. He kept pushing further and further till he hit my
throat, and I gagged and coughed, and tears came into my eyes. He'd clearly
been watching too much porn, cause at that point he actually held the base
of his huge cock (I swear it must have been like 23 centimetres long -- it
was ridiculous) and started slapping my face with it. I put out my tongue,
and he seemed pleased, slapping it on my cheeks and tongue before ramming
it right back in again. He kept pumping away and kept going at my throat,
so I started to try and open up. Eventually I got the hang of it and it
just slipped through. He moaned quite loudly and wrapped his fingers in my
hair. My nose banged on those rock hard abs, and he pushed in and sort of
ground himself around. I gagged again and backed off.
Right at that moment I realised I was on my knees while a guy I *hated* fed
me his monster dick without even having so much as taken off his jeans.
This was completely insane. I started to get up, and he pushed me down
again. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back so I was looking up at
him. With his other hand he grabbed his cock, wiped it slowly across my
lips and stroked it a couple of times. Then, slowly and deliberately, he
spat. It dropped and dangled for a second, before landing on my face. Then
he stuffed his cock back in my mouth and started fucking my face again. Oh
yes, how could I forget. The guy's a complete cunt.
He speeded up, and his dick was now going down my throat with every thrust
and my nose was getting sore from being slammed into his amazing lower
abs. He was muttering (probably dirty) things to himself in Russian and
English, and every now and then pulled his wet cock out and slapped it on
my cheek before shoving it right back in. He was totally and utterly at
ease raping my mouth in a toilet at school. It was unbelievable. There are
rumours that he visits prostitutes, and he had *clearly* done something
like this before, I thought. At that point he pulled me off by my hair and
started pumping his cock furiously, lightly slapping me and just kind of
holding my face. He groaned, and pointed his cock straight at my face. I
wanted to do something, anything, but I kept my hands to myself. I was
rewarded with an obscenely large jet of warm cum to my mouth and nose. He
grunted and groaned, and forced his cock, still pulsing, past my lips. He
fucked into my mouth a couple of times, pulled out, and shot a last couple
of times on my chin. There was just so fucking much of it... in my mouth,
tasting salty and faintly chemical, and all over my face. Aleksey seemed to
be loving it, his lip curling. He held my head firmly, and wiped his cock
around my lips, plunging it in and out of my mouth a couple of times. I was
spluttering a bit, strings of cum hanging off his dick and trailing to my
mouth and spit and cum dripping down my chin. His dickhead traced my lips,
turned my face to the side and made a wet trail up to my eyes. He smiled
loudly. "Hmm...", wiped his cock a bit more, put it back in his jeans and
left without a word. I was hard as rock and covered in cum, which was
staining my t-shirt. Fuck. Fuck. I pulled out my aching dick and pumped
hard, twice. I shot jet after jet, spurting at the cold tiles of the
wall. Then I grabbed some toilet paper, wiped my face clean and left. I was
bright red, my lips were puffy, and I felt kind of sticky. I splashed water
on my shirt and went to lunch. I did have a little trouble swallowing, but
I was basically OK.
The next day he pulled me into the bathrooms again, turned me round and
ground his crotch into my asscrack... My eyes fluttered, he pulled my jeans
down, parted my cheeks and began rubbing his cock around my hole. He spat
on his hand, shoved two fingers into my opening, and pushed. My asshole
stretched and ached, but as soon as half of his thick cockhead was in, he
stopped, pulled out and walked off. I was gutted, and he hasn't looked at
me once since then. I have no idea why, and I don't think I'll ever see The
Beast (as I like to call his cock, as well as the soviet sausage and
various other things) again.